344: Chapter 344 Good News

"It's news from the Pretty Country!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the air seemed to quiet down for a moment.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop in the venue.

After a long while...

Everyone finally reacted.

They quickly widened their eyes.

"What!?"

"Say that again??"

Long Anyou didn't quite understand what the man meant, and he asked again with wide eyes.

Everyone else also held their breath, their expressions turning grim.

The thing they worried about the most had actually happened!

They were certainly aware of the Pretty Country's deployments in the Middle East.

It could be said that in the Indian Ocean region, the Pretty Country's naval fleet was their greatest reliance, bar none!

It was even significantly stronger than the deployments in the East China Sea by the Dragon Country!

If those forces had locked onto this location from the start, they couldn't guarantee they could escape the enemy's attack without falling.

For a moment, the expressions of the people present turned unsightly, a cloud of worry hanging over their brows.

"Could it be that the people from the Pretty Country finally have the capacity to deal with Great Chieftain Sam?"

Soon, someone licked their dry lips and asked with a pale face.

As soon as this was said, everyone else quickly fell silent.

The thing they worried about most previously was that the Pretty Country's most powerful naval fleet might suddenly attack them—oh no! It shouldn't be called a sudden attack, but a crushing blow!

For some reason during this period, after a chieftain from a primitive tribe in Africa unified the continent, these people had shown no reaction whatsoever!

Even their domestic intelligence organizations had no news about that individual!

The confidentiality work done by that side was truly perfect!

This is why Long Anyou and the others decided to make this trip in person to see what the situation was.

However...

What they hadn't expected was that those people were truly patient, remaining silent even at this late hour.

This made them mistakenly believe that the personnel from the Pretty Country's navy might have encountered some sudden situation, preventing them from appearing immediately.

This allowed them to feel slightly relieved.

Ten days, half a month passed, and still nothing happened. Although they were very puzzled, they didn't consider it a major issue.

By now, they had been completely numbed, like frogs being boiled in warm water.

And at this very moment!

When they heard the news about the Pretty Country, they immediately became flustered.

Tsk...!

They hadn't expected that the thing they worried about most would actually happen!

Thoughts raced through many people's minds.

Right now, they were all thinking about how to preserve themselves in this conflict!

After all, the Great Chieftain of the African United Nations could not protect them. At this point, instead of considering how to fight against the Pretty Country's naval fleet, it was better to consider how to leave this place—that was the real priority!

Many people breathed rapidly, feeling the threat of death drawing closer and closer to them!

All of them were people within the Dragon Country who held significant secrets. Could they possibly return alive??

Being captured by the people of the Pretty Country, tortured until all their secrets were squeezed out, and then having their bodies dumped in the wilderness... that would already be the best outcome.

"Director Long, what should we do now?"

Before that person could continue speaking, someone next to Long Anyou licked his dry lips and asked with a pale face.

Long Anyou had now become the backbone of their group.

Even his complexion was more exaggeratedly pale than that of the Black brothers.

"What to do? What else can we do? Besides running away, we have no other option!"

"Perhaps we only have one route left now!"

After considering the situation, Long Anyou quickly provided an answer.

"For now, our only choice is to go north through Africa, pass through the Middle East, find some countries there, and have them send us away. That's the only way..."

The others quickly nodded upon hearing this.

After finalizing the plan, Long Anyou glanced at the man in front of him.

The other party seemed hesitant to speak, holding back what he wanted to say, as if he didn't have the right to speak here!

But before the other party could speak, Long Anyou quickly continued:

"Oh right, tell me, from where is the Pretty Country's naval fleet coming? If it's coming from the north, perhaps we need to be a bit more cautious."

As soon as he said this, almost everyone looked towards the messenger who brought the news.

Only then did the other party get a chance to interject.

He felt a mix of frustration and amusement.

At the very beginning, he was too exhausted to say anything, but now, because of everyone else talking over each other, he couldn't get a word in.

When it was finally his turn, he couldn't hold back.

The other party let out a wry smile.

"Director Long, you're mistaken..."

Mistaken?

As soon as these words came out, everyone was momentarily stunned.

Mistaken about what?

Seeing the wry smile on the other party's face, everyone seemed to have a bad premonition.

At this moment, the other party continued speaking.

"It is indeed about the Pretty Country, and it is indeed about their naval fleet, but it is not bad news."

Heh?

"If it's not bad news, how can it be good news?"

Disdainful sneers quickly emerged from the crowd.

Even the expressions of Long Anyou and the others changed slightly.

He coughed lightly, and his gaze was no longer as easygoing as before.

Long Anyou spoke with a slightly cold tone, "It's already this late; don't keep us in suspense. Say it quickly so we can formulate countermeasures. We certainly can't just fall into the hands of the Pretty Country!"

The others also nodded heavily at this.

"Yes! I would rather die than fall into the hands of the Pretty Country people!"

To declare one's resolve with death!

However, upon hearing this, the messenger felt even more helpless.

Why did these people always jump to conclusions based on half a statement?

How could they only listen to half of what was said?

Helplessly, he finally revealed the truth.

"Actually... it is indeed news about the Pretty Country's warships, but I said before, it is absolutely good news for us!"

Pfft...!

How could it be good news?

"I'd like to see what kind of good news it could possibly be!"

As soon as this was said, someone in the crowd immediately snorted dismissively.

In response, the messenger didn't intend to hide anything anymore.

He stated directly, "Doesn't the Pretty Country have an aircraft carrier group deployed in the Indian Ocean?"

"What do you think happened?"

What happened??

The crowd was filled with anxiety.

They wished they could kick this guy to death!

Leaving things half-said?

Be smarter in your next life!

And at this point, a sharp gleam appeared in the messenger's eyes.

"Hey! There were thirteen warships in total before, but now, shamefully, only four remain!"